I don't know about this Pollack character but, in other news, I love Henry Winkler.
I spilled an ice tea on his wife once years ago. They could not have been nicer about it. He told the owner I was a great waitress (despite the evidence to the contrary) and every time I passed their table, he'd tell me I was doing a great job.
C'mon guys, you know: Kevin Pollak! The comic actor who looks like Albert Brooks and can imitate William Shatner. So his gift is to look like someone at the upper end of the talent scale while, simultaneously, sounding like someone at the lower end. It's a living.
Kevin Pollak's happy birthday wish was from comedianMichael McKean, who responded "@kevinpollak Sorry, you are correct. But it's "fuko". Hope all is well. MJM"
Oh, that Xeni Jardin. Part of me is interested by her- she's clearly lovely-looking, with a certain Annie Lennox aesthetic I appreciate unironically.
But occasionally she does things at Boing that makes me loathe her, like linking to graphic video of some thugs in Russia brutally murdering some poor kid, the place gets in an uproar, and she lamely excuses it like it was a "teaching moment" about the Internet.
No, Xeni, it was a snuff film, and I don't think you're actually very bright. No one wants to see that, and fuck you. The comments at Boing were flooded by people saying how traumatized they were by (giving into the temptation she laid out) watching that, and she lectured it wasn't her job to make moral decisions.
True story: Once, while dining at a TGIF or Red Robin (one of those awful places, anyway) I spied a family of Christians holding hands and praying over their just-arrived tower of onion rings.
I want Ana Marie Cox's job. Apparently all she does is drink and go to parties and occasionally poop out a paragraph or two of incomprehensible dreck for her editors. Nice work if you can get it and she doesn't have nearly the overhead in hideous pink clothes and Pilates classes that Julia Allison does.
Well Joanie, I hope in your dull Salon meeting you all finally decided to fire your pet contrarian columnist, Camille Paglia. She doesn't belong on Salon.
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I spilled an ice tea on his wife once years ago. They could not have been nicer about it. He told the owner I was a great waitress (despite the evidence to the contrary) and every time I passed their table, he'd tell me I was doing a great job.
I got fired anyways.
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He was great in The Usual Suspects. But I think it was the Stephen Baldwin character who liked to say "fucko." #wereadtwittersoyoudonthaveto
10/30/09
I'm assuming they know each other. #wereadtwittersoyoudonthaveto
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Or, you know, don't read shit if you aren't interested.
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But occasionally she does things at Boing that makes me loathe her, like linking to graphic video of some thugs in Russia brutally murdering some poor kid, the place gets in an uproar, and she lamely excuses it like it was a "teaching moment" about the Internet.
No, Xeni, it was a snuff film, and I don't think you're actually very bright. No one wants to see that, and fuck you. The comments at Boing were flooded by people saying how traumatized they were by (giving into the temptation she laid out) watching that, and she lectured it wasn't her job to make moral decisions.
I think she's kind of an asshole.
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